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Homajon Sefat is working on a comeback. This time, depression isn't getting in his way. He has emancipated himself from the black dog with his often perplexed love for life. He stroked it while writing but set it aside as an encore, garnished with a killer punchline. So, it's not really a true crime story, but more of a fake crime podcast.

The oscillation between the layers of the narrative often culminates in a fireworks display of jokes about the state of the nation, sometimes in satirical songs, rarely in political fish jokes, and never in a dance number. That was a lie; there will be dancing at the end, but only if the mirror is streak-free. A mirror he would like to hold up to society, if only it weren't so cumbersome and his arms so weak. Much rather, Homajon looks into it himself and delights in his vanity. In it, he discovers a certain romance that he wants to share with everyone: "Recite Rilke and buy cut flowers despite rising inflation."

This recommendation is also to be mastered by failing at it. Homajon is, after all, just a human, a Homajon-Sapiens, and therefore often lonely.

Even in his beloved miniature railway, where he travels the world. A romantic comedy that exudes hope. And everything will be fine. Promise. … or maybe not? Cliffhanger! That's how you create suspense!

See for yourself.